The Right Timing

Chapter 1 ~ The Downfall

( James' POV)

It was a typical day at Hillwood High School or, shall I say, "Hillweed Pill Poppers." We get this, obviously, from our notorious use of weed, coke, LSD, and pills. But back to what I was saying.

In Hillwood, I always had one dilemma, and that was honestly everything. From homework to hangouts. From depression to self confidence. But today felt different, it felt...more...affective (and not in a good way).

I felt this aura come over me and made me feel like I was suffocating. While I was standing at my locker, I feel a little tap. Looking around, back and forth, I all of a sudden hear,"HI JAMSEY POO!" squeals Kat and Cori.

"Oh great!" I say sarcastically.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!..." They went on singing in a loud but playful, voice cracking, sound.

"Thanks guys but yo-" Cori cuts me off by putting his index finger over my mouth. "we HAD to." Cori says with exaggeration.

All of a sudden, Kat pops out from behind Cori with a box. I open it quickly so no one notices or gets drawn to the overly wrapped present.
As I open it, I notice something. I felt like a smooth box, with convecting letters.

It didn't take much for me to realize that it was Troye Sivan's deluxe Blue Neighborhood bundle.

I immediately squeal, fangirling across the room and hopping up and down.

"Thank you!" I proclaim as they sit there laughing at my reaction.

As we start to converse we hear the bell go off and head to class. As I walk down the hallway, I put my ear buds in and play "FOR HIM" by Troye. As I listen to the lyrics, I catch myself weeping at the beauty of his lyrics.

No one understands how the emotional attachment of Troye's songs relate to me.

But the worst part was is that ever since my breakup, everything has been different. I've felt more free but more lonely. And I can't tell how it feels with that on top of your insecurities.

I get to my first class, photography. I rush to sit next to Chandler as we sit there. Our teacher gives us a sheet of paper.

"Photography project: capturing beauty in the city"

Chandler and I look at each other and give a loud *huff*

"What are you going to capture?"

"I would go for Downtown but I would like my parents to take me to a bigger city. But I know that's only a dream so, I'm gonna do a cool city pic in the Gulch," I explained.

(Time skip a few hours)

While lying in bed, I feel a weird feeling coming up inside me. All of a sudden my heart aches. It hurts so badly. Though this wasn't a normal pain. It was a pain of a broken heart.

I start getting deeper in my thoughts. As I lie there feeling hopeless, I feel a thought I dare not think.

"What if suicide is the only real pain reliever?" I think in my head. I then come back to reality from my thoughts. It felt like forever but I'm glad I didn't stay long because as I looked at my hands, one held a knife and the other one was balled in a fist. I cry my heart out thinking of what could of happened. Is started questioning, what if I actually did? Could I even do that? Would people miss me?

Well by 1:46 a.m. I had gotten tired and drifted to sleep hoping that tomorrow could at least have sympathy for me.

Hey guys!
This is my very first time writing a a thingy on wattpad (sorry idk what youd call this) and its actually fun;)

Anyways I'd like to introduce myself; I'm James and I really like cats, Netflix, and Tronnor is my life.

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P.s. I'm adding chapter 2 tomorrow so stay tuned

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